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W'' :WThe Chandler News.YOU ME 3.CHANDLKU, OKLA H(>M A. FR11>AY. .1U N K g, 1891NUMBER M7llawfully .hungry littlo cub, and asfunuy iii his an'ic.s as his apj etui wasbig-lie was called Jacl«. and soon be-came great friends with Lion. Thelatter was timid about going to himat first, but after a little while heused to frolic with him by the hour.Lion did not understand a bear'sI games, and when .lack tried to wrestlewith him he would be terribly sur-prised.Just before we were breaking* upcamp Jack was missing-: his chain wasbroken and all traces of him werelost. Marv and 1 cried a little over it,for we had grown very fond of ourcub. iTwo months afterward an Adiron- \dack guide came into one of the small jstores of our village, having with hima little brown bear around whoseneck there w as a buckskin collar.The guide said he wasgoing throughthe mountains when the bear ran upto him and wanted to play. He saidhe never saw such a tame bear. Itwas Jack.Uncle John bought him and now heis in our back yard, but he is gettingawfully big-, and Uncle .John says howill soon have to join some circus.—N. Y. Journal.

How Little Moody Helped.Mr. Justice and his'wife were piouspeople and strict members of theMethodist church. They were of theL'nod old-fa>hioned kind a^ni when at.church and the minister said anythingthat really struck Brother Justice as1 being "just the gospel, the wholetruth, something real goo 1. as hewould term it. he would clap hishands tog-ether with a hearty amen."And his children had got*to lookingj for the "amen," whenever they heardWhen Uncle John asked Sister Mary the minister get in real good earnestand me to go camping with him in the and appeared to be getting liappy.Adirondack*, he promised that he They thought the "amen" helped inwould take good care of us, and bring some way to cany on the meetingus home in ten days with brown j successfully.cheeks and big appetites. It so happened one Sunday morningWe were just crazy to g< . and that Elder Justice (as he was general-begged so hard that mamma finally jy called by his neighbors) went togave her consent, and oft' we went church alone, leaving the children atwith I nele John, Mr. Mason. Mr.Spear home by themselves, as Mrs. Justiceand a guide. had been called to see a sick neighborI am not going to tell about our trip and would not return before evening,to the mountains, or about the little • • Now be verv careful about the fire,NEWEST IN HUMOR.SAYINGS AND DOINGS BY THEFUNNY WRITERS.X Woman In a Hree/e—Another 8l«terIn the Wild and Woolly West—TheMUiilonMr.r's Error— l'oluted Para-graphs.THE LAND OF "PRETTY SOON.'1 know of a land where the streets are pavedWith the things that we meunt to achieveIt is walled with tho money we meant to havesavedAnd tho pleasures for which we grieve.The kind words unspoken, the promisesbrokenAnd many a coveted hoon .Are stowed away there in that land somewhere-The land of "Pretty Soon "There are uncut jewels of possible fannLying about in the dust.And many a noble and lofty aimCovered with mould and rustAnd oh. this place whfloft seems so near,Is farther away than the moonThou.'h our purpose be fair yet we never potthere —To the land of "Pretty SoonThe road that leads to that mvstic landIs strewn with pititul wrecks.And the ships that have sailed for its shining.strandBern skeletons on their deoks,Jt is farther at noon than it was at dawnAnd farther at night than at noon:Oh. let us beware or that land down thereThe land of "Pretty Soon "—Youth's C ompanionCatching a Cub.i£Ono Good Janitor.Lady—I should likp to look at a flatwhich I see is for rent in this building:but no one has answered my belLMan—I'll show it to you. Right thisway. mum.Well, this is something like. Therooms will suit, I am sure. Whatsort of a janitor have they here?""The very best in the city, mum.""< )bliging?""The kindest-hearted gentleman tobe found anywhere, mum."•'Honest?"4 As the day- long, mum ""Is he attentive to his duties?""He's just working himself to death,mum. Always thinkin' up some newthing to make folks comfortable."Well, I.declare! 1 wouldn't losethis tlat for the world. Where is thejanitor now?""I'm him, mum."WA F T E Rcabin we lived in, or how homesick wegot at night. Mary and I had a finetime during the daylight, but whendarkness came, and the wind sighedthrough the trees, we were awfullylonesome.After we had hern in camp fourdays all the men started off huntingone morning, leaving Lion, a shaggybird dog, keep us cofhpany whilewe fished for trout in a little streamnear our cabin.The fish dulnt bite rapidly, ormaybe we were poor tishcrgirls; any-way. we got tired, and leaving out-lines. started up the rough mountaintrail in search of wild flowers. «We went a great deal farther thanwe expected, and suddenly found our-selves at the bear-trap Uncle Johnlad set. We saw a bear, too, andwere nearly frightened out of our 'vvits, until we found the big browninimai was caught in the ugly teethr>f the trap.* When we had stiffened up our cour-igo and walked near the bear wesaw two wee bits of cubs -the cutestlittle things in the world—lying atter side. Tho cubs saw us, too, andtampered up to the very top of a talltree that grew near by.Mary and I did want those cubsso badly,but we were too badly scared;o think hard. We watched themiway up on the dead limbs for fiveminutes, when Mary suddenly said itwould be a good plan to tie Lion tohe bottom of the tree and so keep,he cubs from running away while we•veat back and got Uncle John andthe men.So we tied him to the tree withsome fishing line, and ran hastilyiwav to get beyond his dismal whin-ng. We reached camp just as the'iien were getting ready for luncheon,tnd after Uncle John had scolded tis,ve told him of the bears.It didn't take very long for thewhole crowd.to get back to the trap.The old bear was shot and Lion wasuntied. The cubs were still up in thetree-top, and as it was to tall to climbthe guide went to chopping it down.Finally it fell with a crash, but thejnbs had jumped to another tree,whose branches spread to the fallenane. This second tree came downunder the guide's blows, and with itune of the cubs; the ^otlier had again•aught hedd of another branch.Uncle John ran after the fallen cuband quickly put it head foremost in agunny sack and tied the sack tight.Even then the little fellow managedto scramble amid piteous cries to hisdead mother.It was hard work cutting down thethird tree, but finally it tottered audfell with a crash, bearing the secondcub to the ground. The fall was notbroken and the cub was killed.The guide soon cut away tho coatsof the mother and dead cub and wewent back to camp. Uncle John carry-ing the cub in the sack. .When wereadied the cabin the cub was taken> u t and a buckskin oollar put%roundhis neck and then he was chained to■i tree.Mary and I fed him and the way helapped condensed milk mixed withhot water made us laugh lie was anOf course you've taken notice of a womanin a breeze.When .Kolus sways the trees till they'revery ill at ease.And every lofty building seems to wear asuriy frowu,And tho wind comes whistling down everythoroughfare in town.As tho wild, infuriated breezes swirl andshoot about.Woman's mould without a doubt can bequickly figured out;For her clothing blows against her, andthen clings with all its might,And a woman in this plight is au interest-ing sight.She will walk a few steps backward, holding down her pretty head.For her face, perhaps, is red at what somepasser l>y has said ;Then she'll turn around a^ain. but s til thewinds won't let her be;"All who wish.'' is their decree, "nature'shandiwork may see.'"—John J. Molntyre in Truth.I.ettlug lllnt Down Knsy. •Mr. Oldbeau—I admit that there Is—er—some difference in our ages, butthink of the advantages o£ such aweathy alliance.Miss Youngthing—It can not be, Mr.Oldbeau, but 1 will always be u grand-daughter to you.A wasto of land, a sodden plainA lurid sunset sky.With cloud* thai tied and faded fastIn ffhoatly phantasyA flMdupturnediby 11atnpl nilAfield up piled with slain.With horse and rider blent in death,Upon the battle plain.The dying and the dead lie lowFor thetn no more shall riseTho evening moon, nor midnight star s,Nor daylight soft surprise sThey will not wake to tenderest call.Nor see ataln e oh horn \Where waltln? hearts will thro > and bre iWhen this day 's tidings comeThose Terrible Dateslittle Miss Mugg (noticing family i bfdaytime foes, at night in peace, i mi I Itraathlner tliAlr IIvom hwhvBible in friend's parlor)—Sister Lllenwill not have our family Bible in theparlor any mora She says it isn'tgood form.Little Miss Freckles—I didn't knowyour sister was so old as that.On the Ocean, Too.First Sailor—There ain't a sign of abreeze anywhere, and we are right athe course of the trade winds, too.Second Sailor -My boy! 1 wonder ifand don't put any .more wood in the, stove, I have put in enough to last;and keep a good fire until 1 return,"said Elder Justice as he prepared toleave the children for church, But hoi hadn't been gone but a very shorttime before John Wesley, the oldest,a boy about ten years old, saw a blaze I the trade winds have stopped on acof fire around the stove pipe. And be- | count of hard times.ing a boy of remarkably quick decis- jive principle, he saw that if anything jwas to be done, it must be done atI once, so he sprang fot the pail of wa-ter and the broom, dipping the broominto the pail of wale' then dashingthe water up against the stove pipe 1Peter C. bringing him other pails of jwater from the cistern, while Marypumped the water.They soon had the fire put on' an i| everything cleared up nicely when !their father came home from church,' and they all gathered around him totell him of the fire.j "Well, my son, how did you succeediti putting the tire out?""Oh, with the broom and water, ijust dashed the water tip ag linst thefire and soon had it out.' "Peter brought it to me, and Marypumped the water for him to bring.""So you all helped to put out thetire. You are smart, trusty childrenand I am proud of you Hut what didmy little Moody do""Oh, papa! I jes clap m hands andhollar 'amen.' -Journal of vgricul-1 tu re.Sand for tlu> < ItllUren.One of the cleanest and nicest play-things in the world for a little child issand. In summer a load of it dumpedin a clean spot in the bac. yard willamuse the little ones for hours eachday. They love to shovel it, buildminiature forts, make gardens, withgrass or plants, and dig well . Washedsand is as clean as sawdust , and achild can pla.v in it. in its white frocksand not soil its clothes. For winterplaying a bushel of sarid can bo keptjust outside the door. A shallow boxof a few inches in depth and two orthree fee; square can be easily made.Spread a lot of newspaper ■ on thefloor, set the box in the middle, fill itwith sand and let the children loose.Teach them not to get off the news-papers with it. and they will play allday in it and not litter the house halfI'lranlng the Teacher.Teacher—Why was Solomon thewisest man in the world?Boy—He had so many wives to advise him.Teacher la strong-minded female)—Well, that is not the answer in thebook, but you may go up head.Johnny's Natural Philosophy.Little Johnny (in kite time)—I sawa locomotive ntshin' along by itselfan' goin' like everything. I thoughtevery minute it would dodge downinto the river or somewhere.Father—Why should it?Little Johnny—It hadn't any tail.Never Scold.Mother— It is time to make some in-quiries about that young man whonow calls to see Clara.Father—He has nov been comingmore than a week.Mother— No matter I heard Clarescold little Johnny for peeking througtkey-holes.Hreathlnsr their lives awayUrnvo hearts hnd stirred each manly breast.Fate only made them foes.And lying dying side by sideA softened feeling ro<o"Our time Is short " one faint voice said,"To day we've done our best:On different sides, what matter now,To morrow we're at re-itLife lieu behind I might not earnFor only my own sake, gHut far awav are other heartsThat this day's worlc will break."Among New Hampshire's snowy hillsThere prays for me tonightA woman and a little girlWith hair like golden ll.'htAnd at the though! broke forth at last* ! ii o] of at&ruish wildI'Uat would not Ion I.«• i • pr - I. •i God My wife: My onild ""And," said the other dvin? man,"Across the Georgia planThere watch and wait for me loved onesI'll never sen again.A little trir 1 with dark, bright eyesEach day waits at the door.The father's step, the father's kiss,Will never greet her more"To day we sought each other's lives,l>eath levels all that now,For soon before God's mercy sea1Together wo shall bowForaive each other while we mayLife's but a weary mime,And right or wrong, the mornlnj sunWill Hnd us dead, the same."The dying lin« the pardon brcailn-.t,The dying hands entwine.The last ray dies and over nilThe stars from heaven shineAn l the litt• girl with golden li;i ;And one with dark eyes bright.On Hampshire's hills and Georgia - p a nWere fatherless thai night.American Tritiumii'H i>'■* !V'\. \•i J- M, m \Tunning Won the llattle.Yankee ingenuity in sea fights wasj never iiown to better advantage thanI in the* famous battle between thej Pennsylvania state cruiser Hyder ii Ally and the British twenty-gun ship !.General Honk, which took place nearCape May ltoads 11' years ago. In ,j those days the seaboard state-. Iwhich', hose to do so were permitted |! to maintain cruisers, independently ,J of the United States navy, for the 1purpose of protecting commerce withSudden Kef onnat ion.Chummy—So there has been no haz-ing in your college this yea: '.'Soph—No. At the beginning of theterm the president announced thatoneof the freshmen was au cbut he refused to tell whso much a.-, though thor scattered tow-..cut paperHardly Kver.1 airy Godmother (genially• you choose for your infantr -beauty or wealth /Young Mother > pleading!;, t have both?i airy (iodmother (author.*anever go together.Whichdaugh-< i.I<At the Head of t IiMarie, who never kneiwits speaking of oneschoolmates, whoalwa ■head of her classe- '•I should like to be •such a little girl,wishing to point a morn!.No you wouldu ' papa. s"Why not?" asked papaBecause her father has Ivo years." - i id MatM:i■ ^sons,littleat the> M ;u>a.lie >i mit ii of it.iheto mamma, tuckin:Tuck in m\ footsesOut ofsmall Hoy,sister in bedmamma.Small Sister, severelysay footses;** you must s;feet o a toot, anl t a > toh'«stK>,You inustnli/. feet. Orre ts.' i feet;ffemail In tho Wild and Woolly West.Judge—What's the charge, officer?Otticer i .is brnte ha be a l.-Miiti?his wife ti t lady here and howants him punished, ludge.Monev-Maklng Journalism.Friend —Taking so man daily newspapers is a good deal o* an expense.isn't itHost—Doesn't cost a cent"You certainly are not on the free-list.""No. I save the coupons, exchangethem for the books, pictures and so onwhich they offer, then sell the booksand pictures and use the money to paymy subscriptionsI'erils ofMrs. Grumppsthere possiblyvote?Mr (irumpps- Wouldn't do at allWomen never know when they arebeaten Both sides would claim thevictory and never give up.I alt Ii fill1 ait M issionary — Wuug. ■ Sy don'tyou come to our Sunday school.Laundry man (apologetieally) — 1gottee wife in < hina.A Fickle GirtArthur (gloomily 1 am afraidMabel'**love fo> me is cooling-Friend—Have you heard from herto-day?Arthur Yes. and here's her letterShe uses the word "love"' only sixteen ! would discharge the fellow and ptimes, and onl underscores it ten. woman in charge of it.• Suffrage.iat objection tto letting w<>he—Take back your ring sudi\You said when we became engage*that you were the luckiest man ;n theworld. J.le (taking the ring Novknow I^iin.—New Yor. Herald.Servant—Mr 'Jreatman is a* uentlemen. I am to show you ujMi. Tim McDoolan (one of th< rpoliticians of the ward —Ye •h« ' By .large, if that's his gam w<ta a hand' We can show him up >thundei in their4 own boundari• A number of states availed them*' selves of this privilege, says the NewYork Sun, and their cruisers were en-; imaged in some of the most-creditableI battles in our naval history Thecommerce of Pennsylvania had beengreatly harassed by British cruisershovering off < ape May, and occasion*ully making ineursions up the bay,capturing any craft that came withinI their reach. With a view of checkingt Lies.■ inroad^ the state of Pennsyl-vania fitted out the strongly builtmerchant ship Hyder Ally with six-i teen six-pound guns, and placed herii charge of Lieutenant JoshuaHarney of the I nited State navy and100 men.; Ou April i, I '• * ' the Hyder All*■ dropped down to < 'ape May Roads as ai convoy to a tleet of merchantmen that! had been endeavoring to get ' > sea: While waiting for a bn c/.e to caVrvj them clear of the land, two Knglish■ cruisers were descried standing in, shore Barncv made sigual for themerch antmen to make sail up the ba\^ I while he covered their retreat. TheKnglish ships became widely sep-*aratcd in the chase, and • hen one of:General Monk, was passing, the1.1.' -HI-.: M p ; 1 Mi lOllI ! o 1 . I 1 ' 'i i iving the ritention of the Britishcommander Lieutenant Barney instructed his men at the heel to e\ccute his next order l>> the rule ofcontrary, as lie exp-■ -ed it .!us'a* the ships . < re ab . :t to foul, thquick-witted Auieric.m commandos*prl/e mounted twenty nine-poander%or nearly twice the shot weight of tineHyder Ally. The Knglish crew num-bered 130 men. of whom twenty worekilled and thirty-three were wounded.The Ilyder Ally had four killed andeleven wounded out of a crew of 110.••l.efc ('* Have Pwm."Shortly after the death of GeneralGrant, a lady who had known himpersonally happened to meet GeneralDent, Mrs. Grant's brother, in a Wash-ington street car. The conversationnaturally turned on General Grant,and, referring to his remarkable sim-plicity and directness, both in talk-ing aud writing, she quoted tho line,"Let us have peace."General Dent said: "I was presentwhen he wrote that. 1 have to getout here, but when I see you again Iwill tell you about it."General Dent did not, however, waitto see her, but the next day sent thefollowing,written in pencil on a sheetof note paper, which the recipieutkeeps as a treasured memory of Gen-eral Grant. The following is a ver-| bat mi copy:IKT US IIAve PEACK.I My recollection of its origin.' General flawh\\ and the committerj called atGeneral Grant's headquarters,southwest corner of Seventeenth and' F streets, b}' appointment made the. day before, and were received by tho] general surrounded by all his statTthen present ill Washington Afterintroduction of the committee toGeneral Grant by General Hawley, thelatter made tl.e announcement to Gen-eral Grant of his nomination by theconvention for the office of presidentof the United States. General Grantin a conversational toue replied, ac-cepting the nomination, and express-ing his appreciation of the honor, andthen remarked that he would com-municate his acceptance to the com-mittee in writing After a pleasant,half hour's chat General Hawley andthe committee departed. The nextmorning, fearing that the committeewas being delayed, I asked tho gen-eral if he had sent them the writtencommunication he had promised. Hareplied no, but he would do it now.Turning to his desk he wrote withouthesitation his letter (if acceptance.All of his staff had in the meantimecome into the room. When he hadfinished ho turned to me and re-marked :"I have used a word that doas notgive exactly m\ meaning," namingthe word. "I want a synonym."1 gave one.lie said: "That is the word Iwant," marked out the word writtenI and substituted the suggested tine,and then read aloud to us all his let-ter. General Rawlins took up theletter from the desk and read it over| to himself, apparently weighing! every sent j nee. Then, handing it toGeneral Grant he said:"Just the thing; put v fur name toit. general."General Grant immediately wrote,•'Let. us have peace.' and signed his1 name U. S. Grant.J It was sent at once to General Haw*i lev.K 'I Dkn i Brev. Brig. Gen . I'.S. A• •Old Iteiinesou."The name of our colonel was Will-iam H B nneson. Before leavingQui up) for the seat of war some of th iboys were irreverent enough to speakof him as "Old Be nneson "This annoyed the colonel wheneverI he heard of it, as it was not only un-dignified , but It was not applicable to' him, as he was not a very oM manWhen business commenced and ordersI from the commanding general came1 wi*h tho usual mark of "O. B." on thoenvelope, the colonel one day noticed1 he lett m s. and calling his- adjutantinquired. George, have you noticedthese letters, 'O B.' on every orderthat we get'.'" "Yes, sir," said thoadjutant, "I have. ' VN ell, what doesthat mean?""It means 'Official Business,"' re-plied the adjutant. "George, kick m tor a fool. said the colonel. "Whmf"'" inquired the adjutant. "Blessme." replied the colonel, * if I didn'tthink some of the boys were at theirold • apers and meant old BennesouAn Incident of the Street.l'he old soldier was feeling his wayilong in fin ill-lighted, dangerous, quarter of the city, when a footpadstopped from the shadow of a tallbuilding and confronted himthrow tip your hinds' was th'ndden command.1. at's the best I can do,"Respond.,1 the veteran, throwing up one; 1.•d in tin•Hardaport your helm. Hotfl run aboard of us I?putting the helm barrhelVnsman thr.- tafoul of the Hyder All; s"'Itis exposed the Knraking fire from the cm tibroadside Lash in- tgether, Lieutenant BunSorry He Spoke. minutes poured in aMi (irumpps What diot.. ti .gs up,,,, tho helpb- s i,they do print on the women's page of ing the hopelessness <>paper' 4 • the Knglishman stirrendtalten into the navyof General WashillsteiThe footpo.d stopped shedown in hi- own pocketHere," he said, sliovon. r bil at the soldi Ifrom a bloke an hour ago,- >i otpad had di-appeared in the dne>- leaving the bill.t and wen Ia tive-doi;wiped tinami befoiW i•oblnup!xeunt.worseiainmin rdoor.Mrs. Grumpps - Yes. I wish the;• tor thirt•tractive fir,1 MonU Sc.lis conditio!•red, and \\ ijnder the namHa ru«".n pit oiautho, stratproblems, m?it to be worked out ontill!map, togo iitier withthe sol u ti<)M.SWar, sathe greatgeneral, isiimply a longseries ofpi >"4--vHIperiously demandingan inline iisolution, an.•veil or ill,t t". itutuaudermust solve■ tor hhnie? •